"Spallinterummer" emerges as favorite season
BY EMILY HARVEY ON OCTOBER 31, 2014
The season of tan lines and warm sand is officially behind us. It’s finally starting to feel a lot like... fall. The leaves are changing, it’s time to break out the cute clothes and oh my gosh, the weather couldn’t be any better. But I’m as pale as a ghost, and I don’t wear this look as well as some of my ginger friends out there. It’s one of the busiest times of the year, and beach trips that don’t require sweat shirts are no longer an option.
But even then, I think this is my favorite time of year. Binge watching “Gilmore Girls” while snuggled up under the heated blanket on the couch with my mom is one of my favorite pastimes. But qualities from other seasons that I hold near and dear are missing.
Every year when teachers give us those “icebreaker, let’s make new friends” sheets to fill out on the first day of the semester, one of the questions typically requires the student to jot down their favorite season. Well, when faced with this question, I’ve got no clue.
With four seasons that require various clothing, host multiple holidays and have temperatures that range from unbearably hot to below freezing, this is impossible.
As I’m sitting here typing, I want to organize the seasons from my least favorite to favorite, but I can’t, because I am incapable of choosing a least favorite. So I’ll just start with one of my four favs… haha.
I love winter: the most wonderful time of the year. I love Christmas. I love giving presents, the holiday cheer, the snow that magically appears overnight. But the cold weather I venture out into every morning, and all the germs that are accompanied with boxes on boxes of tissues, are definitely not wanted.
But the candlelit Christmas Eve service, putting out cookies for Santa (even though all my cousins and I should have outgrown that by now), snow ball fights, and the unexplainable beauty when the imprints from shoes are left in the otherwise blemishless snow, are each something I can’t imagine skipping any year. Also, Christmas music. Although I honestly listen to this year-round, so this could go under any one season’s category.
I love spring; it reminds me of the movie “Bambi,” even though I’m not really sure why. The warmth starts to wedge its way back into our homes, we wake up to the baby birds chirping every morning, the colds and Puffs tissues finally begin to disappear, and then there are babies. Who doesn’t love babies? Baby bunnies, baby humans, baby ducks, etc. If you follow @CuteEmergency on Twitter during this time, your heart may give way due to an overload of cute baby animals. I mean, anytime is a good time to follow them, but especially spring.
When the year finally gets to summer, I am absolutely, positively decided that summer is my favorite season right then and there. But I think that’s the relief talking. After months and months of staying up until midnight doing math, I finally get to sleep in every now and then.
School’s out, pools out. Regaining a little color to one’s complexion is one of the infinite activities that is relaxing and stress relieving and wonderful during summer. Did anyone else just think of Olaf’s solo when reading the end of that last sentence?
Summer is filled with lunch dates, beach trips, outings with friends, sleepovers, road trips for no reason, and of course, Sonic. A Peach Ring slush is just what my spirits need every now and again. But 102 degrees is a little overkill; the hot weather is something most of us are ready to say “au revoir” to by early September, along with the mosquitos.
Next is our current season, so obviously my favorite for the moment, fall. Candles, scarves, boots, weather only God can grant us and so, so much to be thankful for.
Just like the Christmas season, I have a soft spot for the time leading up to Thanksgiving. I’m thrilled this is a nationally celebrated holiday because we all have something to be thankful for. I know I savor the new, outdoor scene. When the leaves begin to change, I can not go on enough walks at the Greenway to get my fill of their beauty. There’s just something about the crisp air, and every now and then, getting a whiff of snow.
Now, this may seem crazy, but I have Lorelai Gilmore to back me up on this one: the air can smell like snow, and what a fabulous scent this is. Fall brings mornings that smell like snow. On these days, I don’t think my life could get any better.
So how about a new season? Spallinterummer. The best of each season. The Christmas cheer and carols, baby birds and the return of the sun, beach trips and suntan lotion and the ever-changing colors of the leaves. So out of the five options: Spring, fall, winter, summer and spallinterummer, I choose the later. Spallinterummer it is.